Chapter 2 6-10 knots

Section 6: The Ten Most Beautiful Trees of Peking University/Wang Ligang (1) tree like this The pines and cypresses in the east lawn stand like a Confucian looking at sheep, like a cold hermit. They seem to be sheltering or watching something. The Ten Most Beautiful Trees of Peking University (Wang Ligang) In Peking University, there are ordinary people, but there are no ordinary trees. The only creatures in the world are trees that are both honest and flexible, and there is nothing that is not beautiful.The so-called "most beautiful" is by no means a derogation of other vegetation, but only out of a certain moment of interest, or an unconscious "bede".

First, the persimmon forest in Triangle Land. Here are some beautiful trees that have long since been exterminated. The frost is white and the autumn is fruitful, and the persimmons are like lamps, which are indescribably bright and warm. When the persimmon grove in the triangle and the east lawn of the library were uprooted, many people thought it was an omen (Omen). Perhaps the campus singer had already predicted it melancholy when he played and sang Wind of Change. The east lawn is full of tranquility. The pines and cypresses in the east lawn stand like a Confucian looking at sheep, like a cold hermit. They seem to be sheltering or watching something.

The persimmon forest exudes vitality. The hanging persimmons always remind me of the cheeks of young people in the posters of the 1950s and 1960s.That complexion is so full, it's like God has painted a layer of gold in their souls. Those who left too early did not experience that sense of loss. Those who come too late cannot imagine its beauty. You said that Peking University is always going to change. I said you are wrong, this is not a change. Variation and transformation are different. People in the Song Dynasty read the Four Books, people in the Mongols and Yuan Dynasties read the Four Books, and even the people of the Eight Banners read the Four Books. The Four Books are the road, and the difference is only the feet of the traveler. This is called change; , this is not change, but transformation.

Is Peking University still afraid of change?Peking University originally came from the Reform Movement of 1898. Kang Youwei said it well: change will lead to success, and rule will last for a long time.Peking University is always changing, but it remains the same.If the things that Peking University is based on have also changed, it is Hua, and Peking University is no longer Peking University. What is Peking University's religion? I don't know, just like I have never eaten a persimmon from the persimmon forest, I have imagined its taste, four parts sweet and six parts bitter, because it must have suffered a lot of wind and frost.

Second, the ginkgo of Ximen Nanhuabiao. This is the most spectacular garden layout of Peking University.Xuanlou Zhuge, with steep eaves.If it weren't for this ginkgo tree, which is full of heaven, round in the ground, strong in branches, beautiful in appearance and bright in appearance, how could it suppress the atmosphere here. Qingqiu is magnificent, the brilliant fallen flowers and ginkgo, falling like rain, looking up, I feel that she occupies the whole sky and has dignity like the sky. I don't know if the imperial garden-style layout has affected this ginkgo, she exudes an unrivaled royal air.The nearby Huabiao was bought from the Old Summer Palace, and there is a rumor that in order to rebuild the Old Summer Palace, someone wants to "beg" the Huabiao back.Are the real survivors of the Qing Dynasty in the ruins of the Old Summer Palace, or in the legacy of the Taixue "to expect talents to emerge in large numbers and help each other in times of difficulty"?

Third, the pine trees in Jingyuan Lawn. There are many pine trees in Peking University, but most of them have a messy background.Pine trees are not cherry blossoms, so they are not suitable for viewing in groups.Just like the plum tree, the strength of Yaojiao can be seen most in the cold and lonely place. Many fruit trees were planted on the lawn of Jingyuan, but the weeds were pulled out later, and it became what it is today. The spacious lawn in the front is used as a view, and the flat monument in the back is used as a curtain wall. A few white bark pines cover the pitch, retreat and fit together, as quiet as dancing, as beautiful as jade, as silent as Xuan.

Fourth, creepers from the first hospital to the sixth hospital. The dark tiles and blue bricks of Peking University create a calm tone, and the cold green creepers will make many buildings look a little gloomy.But here, because of the open and quiet garden, it enjoys the sunshine of day and night.On the vicissitudes of the twelve herringbone gables, grow these plants that are youthful every year.Just like on twelve sheets of rice paper, the ivy is like ink, either horizontally or obliquely, or textured or dyed, sometimes green like splashes, sometimes sparse and graceful, it is a magical touch in Peking University's landscaping.

However, it is somewhat ironic that the most exciting parts of Peking University gardens are either the relics of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, or the original designs of foreign designers. The recent construction of Peking University is only increasing the laughing stock. Fifth, the bamboo of Linhuxuan. Bamboo in the north is inferior in strength, but its style is unique, so-called "green manure".This is particularly energetic in snowy days. The dense bamboo groves and the cold green leaves bear thick snow, which can stimulate the thoughts of literati.No wonder Bing Xinxuan, who was at Yanda University, lived here. Her writing is so crystal clear, like bamboo leaves that have been bathed in snow.Nowadays, the talented women of Peking University who have been packaged by booksellers have changed countless generations. No one can write such a clear sentence as "the green hills after the rain are like a washed conscience".

Sixth, weeping willows on the south bank of Weiming Lake Section 7: The Ten Most Beautiful Trees of Peking University/Wang Ligang (2) Planting willows by the lake is a good choice that has never been easy.The graceful flow of willows is in harmony with the peace and tranquility of the lake, and the vertical lines of willows are in harmony with the horizontal lines of ripples. The gardens of Peking University are actually very cramped. If it hadn't been covered by the name of "National Key Cultural Relics Protection Unit", Weiming Lake might have been converted into a fishing pond in front of a five-star hotel.

But in the cramped and noisy environment, the construction of the Weiming Lake District uses the wonderful hand of Chinese classical gardening art to achieve the effect of seeing the big from the small, and the effect of being thousands of miles away. Such a small piece of water seems to have endless lakeshores. , endless flickering.The rippling lake water is the holy festival of Peking University. Seventh, the plane tree to the south of the bathroom. This row of beautiful phoenix trees grows in the busiest area of ​​Peking University. How many girls' umbrellas have fallen on its huge leaves, and how many boys' short hair have fallen on the raindrops filtered by it.How many hot summers, people get a brief cool from their feet, how many times they take a shower, "candidly" to them.

Indus is mostly a bleak image in ancient poems, but it has changed its appearance here.Tree sticky popularity, they must be psychic. Eighth, the acacia tree next to the gate of the May Fourth Gymnasium. This tree leans beautifully.Like Narcissus shining on the water, he almost fell headlong. In the other three seasons, I don't think much of it, except that in autumn, Kazuki is golden, just like what Van Gogh painted on the canvas of the blue sky. Ninth, the pagoda trees on both sides of the main road of Zhengnanmen. The locust tree is gloomy, with ghosts on the left and right, and it looks very evil when it is planted in a corner.The pagoda trees in Yannan Garden are like this, too cloudy. The pagoda trees on both sides of the main road are arranged in an orderly manner, and the crowns of the trees are domed together, like a green corridor. Freshmen who report every year have to walk in this road, but they disperse from their own roads when they graduate. Every Peking University student has roughly the same beginning: Peking University chose them because of their talents.But in the end, there was a very different ending. This time it was their own choice, either to become the pride of Peking University, or to be a shame to Peking University, or to not make a choice, but to erase the marks of Peking University one by one. Tenth, the poplar tree to the east of the Sanjiao football field. Here are some of the arbors that were wiped out as well. Their encounter is a continuation of the tragedy of Persimmon Forest, but the difference is that it is more absurd. The reason why the persimmon forest was cut down was to build a "world-class" lecture hall, although a bare square is not a necessary condition for "world-class".But after all, the square is still much empty, so the persimmon tree can be said to have "deservedly died".But the death of the row of poplars did not result in a "world-class" stadium.It's just that the soil field on both sides of the tree has become a plastic field.Neither we nor the aspens understand where the need for tree cutting lies. These poplar trees have special meaning to our students at that time. At that time, Sanjiao was the largest teaching building of Peking University, with no air conditioning, rusty windows, and cramped tables and chairs.How many students look out of the window when they are bored, and the row of poplar trees is the only scenery that our eyes can rely on. Section 8: The Ten Most Beautiful Trees of Peking University/Wang Ligang (3) Their main trunks are majestic, and their side branches rush up like angry hair. In midsummer, they are majestic and green. But now this majestic greenness can only occasionally flood into the dreams of many old Peking University. In the dream, the shade of the tree was like brocade, embroidered on the girl's snow-white skirt, and there was Blake's poetry collection on her lap, but I couldn't remember which page she was reading at that time. Boys playing football lie on the floor in disorder, just like the illustrations in the Water Margin engraved book, and the sun above their heads sweeps across the shiny leaves, like a sonorous lute. During the night training of the members of the Mountain Eagle Club that I admired, the moonlight passed through the branches and shone on the frozen sweat on their temples. Starting from the picture of memory, and ending with the picture of memory. It may give people an illusion that the plants and trees of Peking University only exist in the illusion.This is almost certain.The hot chainsaw and the cold forklift are like the unexpected fate of the plants.Who knows when passing a certain corner on a certain day of a certain year, a certain month and a certain day, and seeing a certain familiar tree lying in the mud, or seeing nothing, just a strange blank space occupying a space that shouldn't be blank. This is not nostalgia, not material sorrow. Huan Wen said: "Trees are like this, how can people be embarrassed." If the chronology of Peking University can only be written in books, it will eventually be dead; if it can be written in the annual rings of trees, it will always be alive. Their beautiful branches stretch out to us like arms through history. But you only truncate, truncate... Until the real history has become a mirage in memory, who still remembers patting the tree trunk and sighing "how can people be embarrassed"? Sighing history is a noble temperament. And people who have lost their historical landmarks have lost their ability to sigh, and they have gradually moved away from nobility. Wang Ligang, in 1994, entered the Department of Philosophy of Peking University and has stayed there till now. Section 9: Triangular Divinity / Cong Zhichen (1) Triangle Land (Cong Zhichen) Summer was not as noisy as it is now.The newspaper kiosk next to the small post office was empty, and there were two dilapidated dormitory buildings across the street, dark blue in color, with clumsy shadows poking out of the curb cautiously.There are three or five passers-by on the street, walking silently under the dense shade of trees.The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the bright sunlight sprinkled between the branches and leaves dazzled their eyes and danced gently on their faces. Walking along the street to the end, facing a long row of promotional walls, there are beautifully printed posters displayed in the glass windows.The ten outstanding academics, the commendation of outstanding student cadres, the annual construction achievements of Peking University, etc., sat upright and well-dressed.And Triangle stood aside lonely.It was a summer afternoon, when the sun had not shifted too much to the west, can you imagine the loneliness?The cicadas screamed like weeping, prolonging the slow time in the afternoon, just like you who squatted in the middle of the road watching ants when you were a child suddenly turned your head, and the road with flying loess stretched far away.The sunlight was as strong as a tube of burnt and bursting orange oil paint, smeared on the north wall full of windows on the 16th floor, and on several rusty bulletin boards in the triangle.Layers of small advertisements are superimposed like patches, and there are a variety of training institutions for you to choose from. The student beds on campus are 300 yuan a month and can be rented daily.The brittle paper corners vibrate slightly, as if they would break if touched, reminding you of the telephone poles in your hometown covered with STD advertisements. At that time, you were only eighteen years old, with your left foot planted on the bicycle, and you were slightly out of breath.Cycling along Tsinghua West Road, the dry Wanquan River is on the right, the north wall is on the left, and the plump branches and leaves in the garden stick out their heads.Turning into Summer Palace Road, you never imagined that there is such a cramped street in front of the west school gate, which is as brilliant as a palace on TV.Rush down from the alumni bridge, brisk as the wings of a bird.The beautiful hill behind the small lotus pond next to the west gate is fenced off and under construction. After a year, even you will not be able to remember the past lives of that ugly school history museum.The Tongfu Hotel, which is as long and narrow as a train, is still there, with a row of white plastic tables outside the door, with open parasols.The girl in a black gauze suspender dress is sitting under the umbrella, demure and dissolute; her boyfriend is sitting aside, resting his head on her dazzlingly white lap;The two-body tennis court is dilapidated, and a few people are running back and forth, under the sun, you can't understand what they are running, and the bulging hot wind blows your shirt, fluttering. The road to Peking University is tangled and twisted, making you worry about getting lost, but in fact, no matter how many turns and turns, it will eventually lead to the triangle.It's like gathering up loose threads and tying a knot.The road stretches in all directions like a cobweb, and it doesn't take long to diverge again. Therefore, the triangular land becomes a center, as if it is independent, but it is like a cocoon, making you feel inexplicably melancholy.You get out of the car and buy a bottle of water, sit on the bench behind the 16th floor and finish drinking.Those who plastered big-character posters all over the walls and climbed up to the platform on the 16th floor to speak loudly probably also went home on vacation, or left after graduation, leaving only this lonely campus.You think so calmly.At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, go out from the east gate. Outside the gate is a large hutong bungalow. You find a bookstore deep in the hutong.There are two rooms facing each other across the alley. The light is dim and the paper incense is diffused. You suddenly think of the old Beijing city you saw on TV when you were young.Standing in the middle of the alley and looking up, the sky is not so blue, dirty, neither heard the whistle of the pigeons, nor saw the flock of pigeons, and the Beijing aunt who passes through the alley from time to time makes you feel as if you are in your hometown. Memories are like the mirror on the dressing table in the Ming Dynasty. The beauty put it down gently, and when she picked it up again, her face was already old.What a wonderful youth and peerless generation, it is not worth Huangliang Yimeng's right and wrong.When you come here again at the age of nineteen, the one-story house in the alley outside the east gate has been demolished. After several months of mourning, you realize that the small bookstore across the alley is the famous Wansheng Bookstore. On Chengfu Road, the decoration outside the gate of Lanqiying Community is elegant and clean.It's a pity that you never fell in love with its pseudo-petty bourgeoisie situation.In September, summer is coming to an end, and the sound of cicadas in Beijing is still very noisy, and the Triangle is decorated with lights and festoons, making it as noisy as a city.Then you think, you don't hate crowds, you just can't bear the overwhelmed breath in the smell of sticky sweat.They are just like you, but they are freshmen, their eyes are as clean as a young deer, and they are as confused as a young deer. Chapter 10: Triangular Divinity / Cong Zhichen (2) In the second week after the start of school, the student association set up a stall in the community, like a country peddler struggling to sell.You passed through with many hot bodies, and walked the 20-meter road for ten minutes. When you squeezed out, your hands were full of posters, and your ears were almost deaf.The hustle and bustle is like an echo, it will always sound here, even if you pass by when there is no one, it will faintly knock on the ear drum.You just start to miss a quiet afternoon, a long, secret time.Just like many years later, you often think of the girl standing in front of the bulletin board in the late autumn evening.Her short hair reaches her ears, her eyes are bright, she wears a white coat and a red scarf, and under the dim street lights, she looks as bright as a pool of moonlight.Across several old buildings from the 1980s, the Pacific Computer City stands like a phallus in the southeast, with scarlet neon lights flashing high.And at that moment, you feel the triangle drop down suddenly, becoming the only place to escape from the magic light under the red sky. Choosing from the many club posters, you meet this girl and you have enough time to get to know each other.The weather in early winter was gloomy, and you hadn't fully woken up from your afternoon nap. She called and said that the club activities required you two to be in charge of publicity.With the lethargy of the remnant dream, you set a date to go to Triangle to put up posters. Suddenly, you asked her, do you have time to go out with me to buy a coat?It's not all an excuse, you have always been a sloppy person, and you really forgot to bring a winter coat from your hometown to keep out the cold.From the windows on the sixth floor, nothing could be seen except the sky, which was heavily frosted.You felt a slight laugh coming from the other end of the phone after a long time.all right, she said.You let out a sigh of relief, okay, okay, okay, because of these two words, can you wait under the ginkgo tree in front of the girl's building from now on, and you can take your son's hand and walk with you on the map of fallen leaves? .The edges are curled, wrinkled, and bright yellow on the map.The lake water sinks in, the cornices hang up, and you are thin and small, like two punctuation points shaken off the pages of an old book ten years ago. You are still not good at getting along with the girl you like, and you are cautious like walking on eggshells, and you can't express what you want.However, there are no satisfactory styles in several places. In winter, you only wear black. The hem should be as long as your calf, and it can be gently lifted when the wind blows.You were ashamed to describe it to her like this, you just shook your head.Or, you just like to be with her, turn from Wumart Supermarket to Xuewu Canteen, and ask one after another in the small shops on the side of Boshi Road, accepting the envious gazes of mandarin ducks.That long black windbreaker was finally bought in Beixin store. You have never entered this earthy gray building before, although it is on the west side of the triangle, the afterglow of the setting sun hangs on its corners every day, and then slowly casts on it. In the flower bed of Triangle Land, it is like a checkpoint at dusk, entrenched there, as square as an urn.It is said that it was originally built for Nixon’s visit to China, and the unlucky American president gave a speech here; the style is Soviet style, solid and thick like a fortress, with high hanging ceilings, although it is a one-story bungalow, it is nearly two stories high.The wooden doors and windows are wide and decayed, the old paint is peeling and cracked, and the former auditorium is no longer glorious.It took you a long time to get used to the dim light in the room, where the dust was fine and fluffed in the sunlight that came in when you opened the curtain.The bulky glass counters, the pitifully small number of old goods, the salesperson hiding in the shadows sipping tea, with indifferent eyes and slow movements, all resembled the supply and marketing cooperative in his childhood hometown.You think maybe because of this, you guys liked it so much later on.She said, let's go to Beixin to drink milk tea, let's go to Beixin to eat ice cream, would you like to accompany me to Beixin to take a picture of your photo?Never seemed to see another customer.You are not unaware that Wumart’s service is better and Boshi’s products are more.But I am deeply infatuated with the moment when the curtain is lifted, the illusion of turning back time, like a river passing through the body.